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By Lydia Date: 2002 Mar 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.19.12.45.1444]] |
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a song, a verse, a darling devotional you suck my life dry of each sweet gift you ask me to close my eyes, extend a hand here, a precious momemto and lasting treasure the surprise is shit, wrapped in ribbons you deliver my dreams, in steaming stench with each loving intent, I am forced to accept the pain that is caused by cleaning it up |